Kana sat on the bench, her hands folded in her lap, eyes fixed on the spot where High Priestess Jenna had just left.
It hadn't been a stormy departure—Jenna hadn't snapped or raised her voice—but there had been something in the way she smoothed her robe and walked away without another glance that made Kana's chest tighten.
She had the sinking feeling that she'd irritated her somehow.
Her throat felt dry as she turned toward Evaya, the words almost catching before they left her mouth.
"Evaya… did I… do something wrong?"
Her voice trembled, almost tearful despite her best effort to hide it.
Evaya, standing by the doorway with her arms loosely crossed, let out a long, quiet sigh.
"No. You didn't do anything wrong. The High Priestess is just… in one of her moods again. Ignore it."
She said simply.
Kana blinked, unsure.
"One of her moods?"
"You'll see them now and then. She's not angry at you, she's just… somewhere else in her head."
